Too Cool.

That is one angry mama goose. Maybe because we were blowing bubbles and getting too close to her and her babies?
That is pretty much what I've been up to these days. Job prospects are still bleak. Booo. I have but one co op possibility left and just one on campus job prospect. (Interview for that on Monday.) Its tough. I'm broke-de-broke and can barely buy groceries. But that's the boat that everyone is in, right?
So on to the other stuff I guess. There is a crazy flock of geese living in the pond in front of my apartment. They think they own it. This summer they will wish they never came to live here. This is the part where I laugh evily.
For fun, we have been playing epic games of Monopoly and having pajama parties. We collaged all afternoon today and watched a million episodes of Next. We were planing on heading down to Syracuse to see my dear friend Pecky perform with his rapgroup but alas we lack the funds to get into the show. Tomorrow, there is a Greek fesitval going on and the Fairport Canal Days. (As in Erie Canal.) So we shall be heading out to those festivities. Plus little cousin Pod has a skating show so the three roommates shall go to spectate that. In other news, my childhood dreams might finally be realized. We are possibly adopting a hamster. I'm excited! My mom sent me a package yesterday contain beef jerky, Crystal light, a book about Julia Child, bubble gum and an issue of Volume One as I like to keep up on my EC haps. It made my day. I also swam 1300 meters yesterday and am pretty damn proud of myself. Felt good. And its been frickin hot here so the pool is always "cool". Haha I'm super funny. My love is coming to visit next weekend as well. I'm looking forward to that. So all in all, things are going well except for the job stuff. But with fingers and toes crossed that will work itself out.

I leave you with this: the story of the most awesome guinea pig. Enjoy. I hope everyone's summers are going well thus far. Keep me posted on your goings ons.

Quickie for you.

I woke up this morning cryin' and I don't know why. Finals week is here and that means that school is almost done and everything I've come to be used to is going to be over and done with. I don't want it to end. I'll be in Rachachacha this summer. And I'll have faboo Katie living with me and trips to the beach with Elle. But I still don't know what I am doing yet as far as a job goes and my love is moving back home and I hate this uncertaintity and I just want to fastforward so I know everything will be ok. Ok?

Be Nobody's Darling by Alice Walker

Be nobody's darling;

Be an outcast.

Take the contradictions

Of your life

And wrap around

You like a shawl,

To parry stones

To keep you warm.

Watch the people succumb

To madness

With ample cheer;

Let them look askance at you

And you askance reply.

Be an outcast;

Be pleased to walk alone

(Uncool)

or line the crowded

river beds

with other impetuous

Fools.

Make a merry gathering

On the bank

Where thousands perished

For brave hurt words

They said.

Be nobody's darling;

Be an outcast

Qualified to live

Among your dead......

So. Julie and Julia. Quite a delicious book. Quite a delectable read. Julie and Julia cronicles the year that the author, Julie Powell spent cooking all the recipes in Julia Child's Mastering the Art of French Cooking. Something like 524? I think. Anyway, the author lives in a tiny apartment with a tiny kitchen and this presents all sorts of problems and whatnot. Thinking back, I did not find myself hungry all the time while reading this book. They are a lot of meat recipes and meat and I have a tenuous relationship. I digress. My favorite parts were where when Powell decides to cook something "interesting" like beer marrow or calf's brains. Yum. And she fucks up a lot. And says so herself. Which is exactly what would happen to me if I were trying to cook French food. Like making pasty dough 15 times. So I highly recommend this book. Its not just about cooking, its also about Powell's search to find herself. See the passage I quoted in my last post. So yeah. Its good.

This week has found me frantically searching for a summer co op. Problem is there is practically nothing out there. Booooo. I am staying in my beloved Rachachacha this summer. Because I can't bear to be away from this city. Really. No. I feel like there's nothing in EC for me job wise. I am not going back to sharp for a 5th summer there. I am definately not going back to Sacred Heart for a 2nd summer in purgatory. So I am staying here. I don't know if I will visit at home. Really. I don't. Just give me a frickin co op already.

Check my flickr I got some sweet rugby shots up. Yeaaah.

"I have no claim over the woman at all, unless it's the claim one who has nearly drowned has over the person who pulled her out of the ocean." - from Julie and Julia by Julie Powell. Great book, I will get up a post about it soon.

Sweet! Chicago Bans foie gras in Resturants.
Best quote:
It's terrible!" chef Didier Durand, proprietor of Cyrano's Bistro and a spokesman for the Illinois Restaurant Association, told AFP.
"In Chicago they banned smoking (in restaurants) now foie gras - what's next? Sex?"
The ban is an attack on personal freedom and will lower the "gastronomic level" of the city, Didier said.

That is one less poultry liver I have to worry about encountering the next time I am in Chicago. A diseased live no less. The ducks have won another battle.

Create your own Music List @ HotFreeLayouts!

Yeah that's what I've been listening to lately. I HIGHLY recommend Neko Case. Highly. Dude.

Here is some springie-ness for you. I've been wanting to post lovely photos I have made but have been quite lackadaisical in doing so. Spring has made it to Rochester and yet I find myself feeling kind of blah. School and all those other wonderful things have also left me feeling blah. I have been trying to knit and whathaveyou. I got some gorgeous sock yarn when last I was home and I found a pattern that incorporates a basketweave style pattern. But yet. I am using size 1 needles for the first time ever and it is like knitting with toothpicks. The yarn is fingering weight too and that is like knitting with embroidery floss. It is going to take a lot of getting used to.

I took a writing class this quarter to satisfy some academic requirements and am really enjoying it. I amaze myself with how easily I have gotten back into the swing of churning out papers and whatnot. Being a photo major does not allow for much writing of papers which I kind of missed. At least I've got that going for me. Yay.

This is a quickie cuz I feel like such shmooo (yes that is my new word) for neglecting you oh blog!

Today's lesson: drinking Red Bull at 9:20 AM in not such a great idea. I got jittttttttttters now! Yay! I've got my super boring writing class to sit through! The one that has no break! Actually its not super boring and I really love it but I am going to vibrate to death for the hour and 40 minutes we sit there. Whoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
At least it wasn't a double shot of espresso....
Oh how I love Red Bull! Especially when it is free and the Red Bull truck stops by the rugby field during practice and we all get a free can! Ohhhh yesssss.

K, shut up Mary.

But wait! I thought this was pretty sweet.

Yeah!

Let me tell you a story...

I want to tell you a very special story.

Once upon a time, I was wasted at a rugby happy hour. Now I know many stories start like this but this one is different. Its special, didn't I tell you that already? Anyway, I was a wee bit sloshed at a rugby happy hour. The week before I had been hit on by this guy that lived at the rugby house but who didn't play rugby. I had told him to try again the next week. So he was trying again. And I was creeped out. Cuz he showed me his room. He had a bird. It was his friend. The I found out he was ooooold. I was outta there. I found my darling Erin by the bathroom. She chatting with a group of ruggers. Among them was a young gentlemen. I was immediatley drawn to him. He had warm eyes and the greatest smile I had ever seen. I drew closer and introduced myself. I then proceeded to trace the letters on his sweatshirt. It was Dan. Who cared about that other creepy dude? We went to sit on the stairs to talk. We exchanged screennames. His had a Lord of the Rings reference in it. That thrilled me. It meant he read. Books, even. I scrawled my phone number real big on his arm. Then he had to go. And I was left with other creepy bird dude who I soon shot down. Dan called that night and we hung out the next day and the rest is history. Now it's a year later and we are still together. (Oh mushy mush. Feel free to barf.) He makes me so incredibly happy. So yeah. That's my story.

I don't get many things right the first time
In fact, I am told that a lot
Now I know all the wrong turns, the stumbles and falls
Brought me here

And where was I before the day
That I first saw your lovely face?
Now I see it everyday
And I know

That I am
I am
I am
The luckiest

What if I'd been born fifty years before you
In a house on a street where you lived?
Maybe I'd be outside as you passed on your bike
Would I know?

And in a white sea of eyes
I see one pair that I recognize
And I know

That I am
I am
I am
The luckiest

I love you more than I have ever found a way to say to you

Next door there's an old man who lived to his nineties
And one day passed away in his sleep
And his wife; she stayed for a couple of days
And passed away

I'm sorry, I know that's a strange way to tell you that I know we belong
That I know

That I am
I am
I am
The luckiest

Beautiful and Smart

An interesting thought from my Wild Words from Wild Women calendar.

"...Who ever thought about Margaret Mead's looks? Or Mother Teresa's beauty, which lies in an older face lit with intelligence, a mouth that show compassion? The media should point out owmen who are beautiful because of their great mental and intellectual achievements too." - Liv Ullman

So it seems I've managed to find some breathing space for the big round of tests. Hi everybody!

Here's what's bugging me:
I finished my final project for biomed photo on monday. (It was an education science poster about frog skin. I think it kicks ass, I am so in love with it.) I sent it off to be printed. On Tuesday, I picked it up and took it to be mounted and laminated. I was ready for crit the next day. I wish all of my classmates could've been. You see, we've had 7 weeks to do this project. During that time we had only 2 other projects to complete. And they were simple and really not very time consuming at all. That said, we had 7 weeks to work on our posters. And yet. Certain people who routinely show up late for class and crits showed up late for this one. With crappy work. This makes Mary angry. I worked really hard on my poster and got to crit on time. Other people choose to not be on time and come in late and still get to put up their work for crit. Frankly, its rude. It feels like crit isn't worth their time and they can't be bothered to stop and look at what everyone else has done. And offer comments and such. My work isn't worth their time. So certain people show up and throw crap up on the wall. And complain about how if they had more time they could've done better. We had 7 weeks. I'm just tired of it. Last year, with crazy pregnant lady, if one was not on time for crit, sorry Charlie, your work doesn't go up and points got off the assignment. Rules like that force you to respect others' work. But this year is sort of loosy goosey. Sigh.

I could also start in with the Men's rugby team and their unwillingness to support the Women's team as we are struggling to recover from some major changes but I'm too hungry to do that.

Hey! EC kiddies! Who wants to go see the Maori Dance Theater with me on Monday the 6th? Sworva? It will be supa fly. I promise.

Hey kids.
I am writing to you from my second home, the biomed lab.

It's week 9. I am gonna fall off the face of the Earth for awhile. As it seems I have done so for the past few weeks. I'll be back in the EC March something. I don't know. Booo.

Check out my Flickr. I got some new stuff up there for you to look at. Keep checking back there. I'm gonna try and put up interesting biomed stuff too that I've been doing this quarter. I finished a knitting project too and I'm a gonna try and blog about it if I can find a spare moment. Aww jeez fingers crossed I can get through the end of the quarter.

Happy Valentine's to you early. No bitterness for me this year and not because I have a significant other this time around. I love V-Day cuz I love making Valentine's and making someone smile. Valentine's is about love. Not just about boyfriends and girlfriends. Its about loving yourself, your friends, and your significant other if you have one. But no big if you don't. So don't put all kinds of pressure on yourself if you don't cuz in the end that stuff doesn't matter. Love matters and loving yourself matters.

Y'all gotta check out my flickr cuz there is some new stuff up there. And sunday night around this time is the only time of the week that I have to do bloggy stuff or flickr stuff. Cuz college is like that. Booooooo.

For Erin: I will make sure the date is right in my profile this time. :)

But wait there's more!

Pink is funny and she speaks the truth. (I am learning that this is blog etiquete - link via (flea)

All I really wanna talk about is knitting but I don't really have the patience to do a post about it. Plus I have a super secret project that I can't talk about. So shhhh. But however, I do have 2 interesting items that amused me.

Number One:
A quote from my Wild Words from Wild Women Calender
"Lets get real, honey, you can look a little cheap." - Paris Hilton

I think Paris is a gonna be a pretty interesting old lady. Interesting looking. All saggy.

Number Two:

Katie Holme's incredible inflating and deflating belly. Also, it doesn't appear to have grown any since her pregnancy was announced in October. Don't go calling me a celeb gawker, I'm just saying this belly of hers is alittle suspicious.

I'm a pretty flower!


You are a Rose:

You are creative, sensual, passionate, and bold.
You pour your heart into everything that you
do. Alluring and gifted with strong sex appeal,
you very easily draw people in with your animal
magnetism.

Symbolsim: The rose has always been a flower
heavily loaded with symbolism. In general it
symbolizes desire, passion, beauty, and
enchantment.


Which Flower are You?
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Oh my...scandalous. Oh! You should check out my flickr! I put up my photos from Florida! Enjoy!

I love you, Rosey Grier.

This is the damn finest thing I've seen in a long time.

Dispatches from winter break coming soon.

Ho ho ho!
Merry Christmas my lovelies! Also Happy Hannukah or Solistice or whatever it is that you celebrate. Cuz there are so many wonderful holidays this time of year! I love it! But what I love even more is seeing palm trees instead of snow for Christmas! Yaay! That's right, I'm in West Palm Beach, Florida. I saw an iguana yesterday (pictures to come) and many beached jellyfish. Amazing! Jellyfish! Iguana! Beach! Love you all!

In terms of my sock, which I was crowing about on my last post, I have come to a standstill. The directions have turned to gibberish and I need my trusty translator (Mommy) to help me decipher them. So my sock is on hold till I go home agian. I return to hats. I am going to try and crank out 3 hats in the next 2 weeks. I don't want any cold heads over the winter break. Also, this will allow me to concentrate on my sock. Plus I have to make a mitten. But socks are pretty exciting. They have kind of made me feel invincible. Like I can do any knitting project I want to. Dog on it, I will!
Hmmmm digital media is pretty boring. Screw paying attention.
I have a swimming class this quarter. I am happy to be all stinky like chlorine. But I don't like the itching aftereffect that chlorine gives me. The weather has turned cold and we have snow that has stuck. I find myself getting caught up in the spirit of the holidays. As some of you know, Sharp Photo made all of my high school christmases miserable. Christmas was generally not a holiday I enjoyed. But now, 2 years out from working a christmas season at Sharp. I find myself giddy over the tiny christmas tree that Erin set up in our apartment. I am giddy to see the reaction I will get from certain people from the gifts I will give them. I can't even think of one thing I want this Christmas. I am so thankful for everything I have. Yarn is cool of course, but I have such wonderful friends and family and I am feeling so content. I couldn't ask for anything more at the moment. Except for more hours in the day to knit. Hehe. What are you thankful for this Christmas? Let me know in the comments.